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Stormwind's mornings were coming to this time of year when its weather turns fairer. The slight chill of dawn quickly made place to a little bit of early spring warmth and the sun tickling the Cathedral Square grounds with its first blinding rays. Sen had been sitting on one of the stone benches surrounding the fountain after a short walk; something she wouldn't usually do during her time in the city. As she lounged on the heavy sit she reached for her small tobacco pouch hanging from her cinch and hastily prepared herself a nice, thick smoke. "I got some time to kill...", she shrugged. A flick of her now-lit smoke, white ashes falling on the light-gray stones and her gaze wandering about absentmindedly, thoughts came to her. So much had happened during the past couple of weeks and her involvement was getting bigger.

The last raid on Forsaken grounds hadn't really moved her; there weren't many reasons to back such an assault and she felt the consequences would only be uselessly chaotic.
The last "meeting" with Ragefang, the Pia and her people concerning the next assaults on the Horde hadn't yet convinced her of real potential against those they were all really seeking out. Though, news of a rat among the Alliance ranks leaking out information had caught her attention. Information was one of her fortes after all. She reminisced the conversation she had with his Lordship at the Recluse after the meeting and still wasn't satisfied with the impact and the reactions it reaped...
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"I think spreadin' of mock information on a next wave of attacks or possible meetin's would bear good results into eventually pin-pointin' the traitor." Sen stoicly pronounced in front of her peers. The Recluse was filled with all sorts of fighters and adventurers from every corner of the Alliance, but that didn't seem to bother her. Perhaps she didn't mind her being heard by other people, as she though "The idea would then already be in motion...".

Zaium waved his eyebrows in doubt. "But wou'dn' th't be d'ng'rous f'r th'se 'nvolv'd? Ah mean, call'n a mock att'ck 'n gett'n people 'nvolv'd 'nto th' it 'nd all?" Imperon raised his hand. "That'd also be part of the plan. Leaking mock information would only be efficient if only us knew about it. In such a case, it'd be better to apologize after than be sorry not being able to find the leaker." Sensanee sported a smirk, nodding in approval.

"Indeed. I'd rather have people fully play the play than actin' through it. If we decide to leak mock information about a siege on certain conditions durin' a Council meeting-- which would be a very good place to start our search by the way--, we'd be able to clear most of the suspects after only a battle. Saves us allot of effort, don't it?" Both nodded. Imperon then stood up and waved. "Unfortunately, it's time for me to return to the tower. Enjoy your evening, everyone."

Sen stood up to salute her Lord and sat back on her chair as his Lordship disappeared behind the tavern's entrance wall. Her face faintly turned into a sour expression, hidden behind her cold steel face guard. She felt her idea had just been put on the ice while she felt it'd be only common sense to immediately put the idea into motion, such a simple plan to put into action. "As if. No one's gonna listen to a simple Guard, eh? Bah who gives."

She left the premises shortly after, her last cigarette still lit on the border of a steel plate.
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The sun was now shining as brightly as a morning sun could and children had started to mass around the Orphanage. Sen finally nodded off her streams of thought and glanced around, as if looking for someone. Her face slightly colored in red as she frowned at her now-dead cigarette. Her attention was off.

"It's not like I'm on duty right now... let's get creative?"

She grinned as she stood up and walked towards the nearest shop. As soon as she entered the premises, she waved the shopkeeper in a friendly manner and shouted. "I'll buy some paper, quill and inkwell. If it's yours, double the amount of coins!"

Soon after her shopping she went back to her bench and started penning a note she'd post on the Stormwind Trade District board.

"Under the stones hide the worms;
City of glory and winds, you shall prevail!
against foes of past and present.
Is your courage and strength fading?
we shan't believe so!
Our might shall strike fear even into the undying hearts and provide better days for the
Next generations.
Aim for greatness, sons and daughters of the alliance!
for the bloody Sunday comes soon."

"So sloppily coded.", she thought. "Let's just see how serious is our worm... not sure if I'd be delighted or awfully annoyed if he... or she... actually fell for it. A nice little start, nonetheless." She grinned knowing it could be misleading for anyone who'd read and catch up to the silly code. But it was all part of the plan...

Not a damned thing...

She'd been sitting at this post nearly all morning, and there was nothing to show for it.
Horde supplies trickled through every hour or so, but it wasn't going to be enough to prove this area as a main artery to Bilgewater.

Her leg had began to cramp with her position atop the stack of crates, and she shifted to dangle the other one off, evacuating a plume of cigar smoke from her lungs as she squinted up at the sky.

It was burning. The sun was retreating behind the peaks that surrounded the Gallywix Pleasure Palace, and she had nothing of any significance to report to Cyrus. In the distance, vultures circled over an area of interest that likely held more excitement than her current position. A few more hours. Then she would relocate for the night.

She still had nothing. Her confidence in this plan ebbed as she leaned back against the cold stone face of the mountain. The view wasn't bad. But she needed more, and soon.